I am Red. I am a Survivor. This is my journey.

My love

Today we celebrate the day Joey was born. It’s crazy to think that we have only celebrated this day together 14 times because that doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of how much celebrating this man deserves.

When we first started dating, the path of our life together was laid out in front of us. The possibilities seemed endless and it was just a matter of choosing what we wanted to do or focus on. Whether it was buying a house and all the work that goes into it or owning only a motorcycle to get the two of us around to jobs and school or preparing to have a little person in our lives – this man has always stood by my side and never wavered. No one would ever expect that when they commit their life to another person, that it could mean having to deal with a terminal illness. Wanting to continue living your life while sharing that life with a disease that fights harder than anything you’ve experienced…it is not only exhausting mentally & physically, it is scary.
And yet this man doesn’t flinch. He continues to fight along side of me, always. He attends every appointment, asks all the right questions and cares for me whether I ask for help or not. Somewhere in the mix of all that chaos, he continues to be a father, a husband, a son, a friend- and so much more. Not only does he do all of these things, he is amazing at each and every one of them.

This man is my protector, my confidant, my comedian, my psychiatrist…he is my best friend. I can’t imagine sharing this crazy life with anyone else in the entire world.

I am feisty, irrational and weird. I have moments of insanity, complete breakdowns and tears of laughter. I cannot possibly be easy to love and yet here he is…by my side every step of the way.